
Last night we spent the night camped under our wings on the Quelimane airport apron.
Hard rain poured down all night.We awoke to realize that our tents were afloat.Looking at
the dark black and grey dawn breaking we realised it was going to be a difficult day.
After take off we quickly realised that the weather was not going to improve.
We tried to outclimb the rain clouds and then tried to fly under them
realizing that there was only one way and that was through them.Visibility was very
poor,the headwind too strong,no way of outclimbing the head wind because of 8/8 cloud cover
and we were getting very wet.So Mark and I had a quick caucuss to discuss our options.
It was decided that the only responsible thing to do was to return to Quelimane.We were
very sad not to meet Maximus in Vilancoulos but we had to face reality.Back on the ground
we stood under the wings filling our water bottles with fresh rain water pouring off the
wings.When the rain gave us a break I walked with the jerry cans to find some form of transport
to buy fuel.Eventually I convinced two medics to help me get fuel from town to the airport.
The ambulance was build for just such an emergency.To make the most of our situation and to
breathe some positive energy into our mood, Mark decided to collect some tinder for his
meatball can oven ,no fire is permitted on the apron,as he wanted to cook a warm meal
tonight consisting of rice,bullybeef and spices.After this we decided to explore the old
aircraft wrecks that litter the airfield.It is very sad to see the Antonov20 and Antonov2
aircraft just rotting away.It has become a simbol of the country and its citizens.Everywhere
all is just decaying and falling down.Once proud towns and buildings have been left to
the elements having no roofs and having had no paint since the Portuguese left in the seventies.
And Scary...